CUTI press my razor down on my arm, dragging it to make one straight line. A small one, no bigger than 2cm, but a cut, no less. First cut is for sorrow. I wanted to call you mine, claim you for my own. A relationship bigger than the one we have now, but you were not ready. Sorrow that fills my heart may always be there, as will my love for you. Again, I drag the razor down my arm, next to the least one, which is beginning to bleed. Two lines show red. Second cot is for rejection. Sure, you gave me hope for later on, and yes, I will still love you then. But what happens if I no longer wish for you to be my lover, butCUT
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"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog is to dark to see."-Groucho Marx
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